I sat on the edge of Minerva's bed, trying to comprehend the potential implications of what we had discovered. The princess sat beside me, intently inspecting the empty glass in her hand. Periodically, she would set in on the floor, lean away, and order it to jump to her.

And each time, the cup would break my understanding of the world by leaping up to her outstretched hand.

"So... this is new, right?" I asked, after a long, long time.

"Cup, come here." Minerva reached down ...